Simon Best grips his own strap-on, the red-and-black harness tight against his pale, tattooed chest, while his dark hair falls forward as he leans into the bed’s blue-patterned sheets. His fingers probe his own asshole, the muscles flexing under the weight of the harness, before he shifts into a pose that stretches his legs high above him. The harness stays on as he turns, the strap’s pressure marking his smooth, muscular frame, no other hands, just his own control.
